*pumped up kicks;
better run, better run, out run my gun with @fmdmina
he watches the empty streets with wary eyes, the hair at the back of his neck standing up making him turn around and looks around to see if he had shook off people that followed him around from his dorm. it was a stupid idea to go outside without a vehicle when those crazy ass stalkers doesn’t follow basic human rules such as sleeping and resting at their homes. or having a basic human decency that is.
kangjoon takes his phone out and sends a quick text to the person he’s supposed to meet. ‘cant come. caught some tails, sorry.’ he pockets his phones back and fastens his steps when he sees a convenience store a few feet away and decides to hide there for awhile. the store is deserted save for a couple of customers and half-asleep cashier guy. he goes straight towards the snacks area when he hears the sound of two females talking in hushed voices and he just happen to recognizes those voices.
shit, did they find him? he curses under his breath and lowers his head, stealthily creeping out, hoping he won’t run into them. the tall male hurriedly picks a random thing and goes to the cashier’s register, sliding his bill and hurriedly tell the cashier to keep the change. kangjoon immediately bolts out and failing to see that there’s someone else nfront of him, accidentally bumping them. “shit, sorry!” he cringes, already hunching over to help them with their spilled belongings when his eyes caught the sight of the people that followed him all the way there.
“oh, fuck no.” he says before standing up and ready to run back to his own dorm.